a thick pulse, as he pushed me toward that precipice with relentless, deliberate assault. I bucked and buried my face in his neck, raking my teeth over his shoulder, unable to do anything with my hands because he held them still, high above my head, helpless in my own pleasure, trying not to scream as I came. My orgasm hit so hard and hot and fast it was like a lightning strike, a hot surge of illuminated ecstasy followed by a slow burn that shook my whole body like thunder.
Doc let it tremble us both, slowing his strokes and then holding still, riding out the storm of my climax with breathless wonder. And then he pulled quickly out of me, grabbing my hips and burying his face between my legs with wild abandon. I squealed and tried to roll away, my clit too sensitive for that kind of stimulation so soon, but he wouldn’t let me go, his face thrashing against my pussy, driving me onward.
“No, no, no,” I whispered, digging my heels into the bed, still trying to escape, but he was too strong, too determined. “Oh god, no!” His finger moved down my slit, past the hole he’d just been fucking, to the tight pucker of my ass. “Oh please, no!” I begged, giving up on keeping my hands above my head and pushing at his head, his shoulders.
But Doc wasn’t taking ‘no,’ for an answer.
“Nooo!” I wailed, finally giving into the sensation, my clit responding in spite of my protest, my pussy and ass clenching tight. His finger was in my ass now, all the way in, fucking me hard, harder. “Oh god! Oh! Oh! Fuck! You’re gonna-oh!”
He persisted, fucking my ass and licking me to yet another orgasm, and I closed my eyes against the shame of my asshole fluttering around his pumping finger as I came against his mouth and tongue.
“Now that’s what I’m talking about.” He moved up to kiss me, letting me taste myself on his lips and tongue. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard…”
That was all the warning I got before I was rolled over onto my belly, his cock impaling me from behind. Not in my ass-thank god, I was afraid for a moment, trembling like a rabbit as he fumbled his cock down my crack-but plunging into my pussy, pounding me into the bed.
“Play with yourself,” he panted, grabbing my hips and pulling me up to my knees.
“Finger that pussy. Make yourself come again for me.”
“I can’t!” I protested, doing what he asked anyway, half-heartedly rubbing my pussy lips with my palm. My labia was shockingly swollen and slick, almost numb from so much pleasure.
“I’m not going to stop fucking you until you come.” He grunted and drove himself in hard. “I can do this all night long.”
I smirked. “Promises, promises.”
“Is that a challenge?” He shoved in, balls deep, and drew out again all the way to the tip. Then he did it again. And again. The long strokes were a tease and he knew it.
“Okay,” I panted, my fingers finding the aching nub of my clit. “Okay okay. I’ll come for you.”
“That’s my girl.” He gave me the short, hard strokes again, the ones that jarred my bones and drove me against the bed and made me beg for more.
“More!” I grunted, tilting my hips so he could get just a little more bruising depth.
“Oh god, give it to me! Gimme that fucking cock until I come!”
He gave a low, guttural cry at my words, his hands gripping my hips and grinding hard. I knew that sound-he was going to come. And so was I.
“Doc!” I closed my eyes and called out his name, my fingers doing the impossible and taking me over again- again! His cock pulsed once, twice, three times, oh god, I felt every surge of his cum rising up his shaft and emptying into my spasming cunt.
“Jeeeeezus,” he breathed, pulling out of me with a low groan. I turned and reached for him, letting him spoon me and tug the covers up over our sweaty skin. His fingertips traced lightly over my shoulder and side, making me shiver. We were quiet, letting our breath come back to some semblance of normal, our hearts slowing to a more steady beat.
“Hey.” He leaned over and kissed my temple. “I have a weird question for you.”
“Hmm?” I closed my eyes and wiggled my bottom into the saddle of his hips.
“What happens…if your IUD fails?”
I startled, my eyes flying open. “It’s unlikely.” I’d had an IUD since Isabella was born-I wouldn’t risk having another baby with Mason. I’d told Carrie about my method of birth control, and obviously she’d told Doc.
“But it could happen,” he said. “Theoretically.”
“Anything’s possible.” I reached over and picked up the thermometer off the night table next to their bed. Carrie woke up every morning to take her temperature, so hopeful. “I keep hoping to see a positive pregnancy test around instead of a thermometer.”
“You and me both.” He sighed. “You know, I want kids, but Carrie…she
I smiled, putting the thermometer back. “That doesn’t seem like too much to ask.”
“If I could do it for her I would,” he said softly. I turned in his arms so our bellies were pressed together.
“So would I.” Our eyes met and it was like a light bulb went off in both our heads at the same time.
Doc held up his hands, shaking his head. “I didn’t mean that. You can’t…I would
“No,” I murmured. “You wouldn’t ask. But I could offer.”
He gaped at me. “That’s too much.”
“Does she have her heart set on having her own biological child?” I asked.
“She comes from foster care,” he reminded me. “She knows how many babies are out there who need families.” He rolled to his back, hands behind his head, looking up at the ceiling. “We’ve talked about adoption. I think it would be best, something like that. Pregnancy doesn’t seem to agree with her. We just don’t have the money now to do it. After my residency, maybe…”
“And there’s no medical reason for the miscarriages?” I sat up on my elbow, looking at him.
“Not one they can find.” He turned his sad eyes toward me. “Hell, I’m a doctor and even I know what we do isn’t an exact science. People like to think it is, that we know everything, but the reality is we know very little, still, about the way our bodies work.”
“Oh I think I have a pretty good idea how they work…” I teased, letting my fingers walk across his chest. He smiled, clasping my hand and kissing my palm. I sat up, excited by my idea. “So do you think she’d agree to let me carry your baby?”
He stared at me. “My baby…as in…yours and mine?”
I nodded. The thought was both terrifying and exhilarating. Part of me was screaming,
“But you couldn’t.” He put a hand on my thigh, rubbing gently. “I mean, after what happened…”
“You mean Isabella?”
He nodded, wincing. I think Carrie was the only person I knew who didn’t want to turn away when I said her name out loud.
“I don’t know,” I mused. “Let me think about it. Mason wanted to have another right away, but I couldn’t do that. It wouldn’t have been the responsible thing to do-of course, it wasn’t responsible to have Isabella in the first place, but I couldn’t make any other decision. Maybe it would even be healing for me to have a…a living baby.”
For some reason, the thought made me very happy. They’d both given me so much-what if I could give something back to them?
“But you would have to give it up,” he reminded me gently.
I shook my head. “It wouldn’t be the same. I’d be giving her to you, not a stranger.”
“It would be an incredible gift,” he admitted, and I thought I saw tears in his eyes.
“But I couldn’t ask you to do it.”
“You don’t have to ask.” I stretched out beside him again, putting my head on his chest. “I’m offering.”
He took a deep breath. “Let’s wait a while. Maybe Carrie will get pregnant again.”
Our eyes met. Getting pregnant wasn’t the problem-staying pregnant was. And neither of us knew if she could handle losing yet another one. Why put her through that?
